Friday, November 25, 2016

Chango's Chair and Heritage :: Three Hundred Twenty Nine

We are thankful for Chango, our grandpa cat. He'll be seventeen years old in the new year... well, spring of the new year. We love our Chango. El Cubano. And recently we researched what is very likely his Scottish name. He is Changus, from a little known line, the MacChangos. Surprisingly, not much is recorded on this history, but what we did discover is quite noteworthy, distinguished. Yes, and so in honor of his illustrious heritage, I spruced up his chair. His chair is the one I put next to my bed, so I could be the kind of woman who sits at her bedside, sipping tea, reading novels, and writing thank you notes to friends and dignitaries. Well, if you haven't received a thank you note from me, it is only because Changus MacChango never leaves my chair. It is his chair, and now, with the new cover, he seems ever more confirmed to living in it. From his vantage point he can watch the window, anticipate company, access his nightstand, and water, cross the bed, trice nightly, and sleep contentedly, knowing he is safe, loved, and distinguished.

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Time Travel

Liberty, 2013

Chirp-Chirp-Chirp BirdHouse Notes

Today I will go for my 3rd therapy session. I am amused... the first session was so gentle and lovely, I became an instant physical therapy fan. Then the second visit proved more rigorous, intense, and I came home aching, intimidated, and with emotional re-trauma. Quiet time alone, or any activity that makes me recall the accident, is still difficult, literally and emotionally. To emphasize the positive, I will state: I am hopeful that this proactive and deliberate attempt to regain my confidence, reduce pain, and face my fears will all be for good. (Sounds of me cheering myself on... to drown out the sound of my doubt and angst.)

February 18, 2019

There are 700 new photos on my phone to import to the computer. I think that's about 2 weeks worth. I've really slowed down.

February 10, 2019

3:50 pm

Geoff did things. It's irrefutable... he can fix things that to all others would seem unfixable. But I hate to depend too much on his sweet skills, and time. So I try. I really do try to figure things out for myself. I have about a 27% success rate if it's a computer related crisis. Anyway, I think I can access my photos now. And P is back.

February 10, 2019

3:48 pm

We have a new keyboard. And I ate some food. Two improvements. (Waits for huge infusion of confidence, courage, clarity. 6 minutes later ) I think something stronger is called for.